[By now Ian's head is absolutely reeling. The idea that this both could and couldn't possibly be the Doctor, that Barbara could be gone, and now that they haven't even made it back to Earth, much less their own time -
He finds himself moving toward the nearest chair. Almost sits down, but catches himself in the act and straightens up again. Buck up, Ian, you've got to get this figured out first.]
Paradisa. As in paradise? [Some kind of... utopian society, maybe?]
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He finds himself moving toward the nearest chair. Almost sits down, but catches himself in the act and straightens up again. Buck up, Ian, you've got to get this figured out first.]
Paradisa. As in paradise? [Some kind of... utopian society, maybe?]